That Love Bug
It’s a cheeky little thing, and it’s mischievous too,
It grins at you ’till you smile, and then it giggles at you.
Sometimes it creeps up on you, and jostles you from behind,
Or it leaves you little notes, sweetly noughts and crosses signed.
It sometimes tickles your toes, and wrestles with your bed sheets,
It even hides your slippers, or it “Pleeeeease will you” repeats.
It takes bites from your sandwich, sneaks sips from your hot drink too,
And whispers things in your ear, as it snuggles up to you.
It reads over your shoulder, then startles you when it speaks,
Covers your eyes with its hands, pulls your nose and pats your cheeks.
It chases you ’round the house, and sometimes plays hide-and-seek,
And when you sneak up on it, it’s inclined to jump and shriek.
It brings you breakfast in bed — REALLY? — well, I’m hoping so,
It often turns the lights down, and turns on the stereo.
It rests itself against you, it’s affectionate and sweet,
And it loves to hold your hand when you’re strolling down the street.
It smiles at you lovingly, stares at you quizzically,
And sometimes communicates — or so it seems — telepathically.
It treats you, it spoils you, it waits for you, it misses you,
It’s always there besides you, despite crazy things you do.
It kisses and caresses, gives you cuddles or a squeeze,
Or when you’re lightly snoozing, it’ll get a feather and tease.
It gives you nice surprises, makes a real big fuss of you,
However, I must admit, that it can bamboozle too.
Yes, it’s somewhat a mystery, yet, without it, oh, dare,
I would be so unhappy, wonder why on earth I’m here.
Though it may well bamboozle, even be a mystery,
Love’s the greatest bug on earth, and I’m glad that it caught me.
By Lance Landall
I Just Had To Say ...
You’re the colours in the rainbow, you’re the oxygen in the air,
You’re my honey bun, my baby doll, my sweetie pie, cuddly bear.
You’re the spring in my step, the wind in my sails, the song in my head,
You’re the melody in my heart, and you’re the pillow on my bed.
You’re the alphabet in my soup, the twinkles in the starry sky,
You’re the tickle in a summer breeze, you’re the apple of my eye.
You’re the orchid in my garden, you’re the cherries in my fruit cake,
You’re the stamp on the envelope, and when I miss you dear, I ache.
You’re the sugar in my candy, the boysenberries in my pie,
You’re the fragrance in a perfume, and when you snuggle up, I sigh.
You’re the dressing on my salad, the dawn chorus high in the trees,
You’re the beauty in beautiful, and you’re someone I love to squeeze.
You’re the sparkle in a diamond, you’re the magic in a sunset,
You’re the bubbles in my bathtub, the harmony in a quartet.
You’re the charge in my battery, you’re the fizz in my lemonade,
You’re one of a kind, the pick of the bunch, you’re specially handmade.
You’re the tune in my whistle, the lilt in my gait, the chime in a bell,
You’re the topping on my pizza, you’re the pearl in an oyster shell.
You’re the filling in my sandwich, you’re the marmalade on my toast,
You’re the warmth in the summer sun, and you’re my wife — did I just boast?
By Lance Landall
